“That’d be lovely, and it’s simply sweet of you to think of it. He has lessons in the morning, but I should think he could come with us at lunch time.”
They were to meet the guns for luncheon.
“He’d enjoy that, wouldn’t he, and it would be great fun to have him,” Diana said in her placid voice.
Rose wondered whether she ever spoke vehemently or with passion. It did not seem likely.
Lady Aviolet was in her own room, and Rose felt, uneasily, that upon her devolved the entertainment of the visitor.
“What would you like to do?” she demanded abruptly, far too unsure of her ground to make any suggestion, and completely convinced that Diana would be at no loss.
“Please don’t let me be a bother, I’m sure you’re very busy. I’d love to go round the garden, if I may.”
The garden, of course!
Rose never could remember that a garden was interesting.
“I’ll come with you,” she volunteered.